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2 n! K$ O |' Z0 w- Z; vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 G, C5 A3 A9 l I6 V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
v2 h/ |6 F; k1 I' v4 `. d7 \' xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 a! i1 _! o! GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, h E b& p/ H% o, C6 n3 D/ YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- `: n: N! f8 O+ a, J F
How you suffered for you sanity,
) \. z' ^3 M% t, S* n$ q% |! FHow you tried to set them free, " b! T! x6 K2 ^7 u& e4 x U' b8 b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. J' C* C4 ]$ _) U+ LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ C3 r* B% {" j* L/ Z5 NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ^2 l- A7 G) k2 D0 d' p- S! P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( e- l" ?) p: y$ s" b; y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: E9 G4 A% U% b6 ^, n5 p2 D. aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : B. W& w. l3 o- t$ f2 T; u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ ?+ A" E1 c, M# J' j! C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* k! _. H/ j) {) R5 ZBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% q( B# Q3 J3 L, w% _9 E MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! E$ j) }$ K6 ~% q$ n, D! H$ L
- E1 [' f# C9 `/ C4 @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ p4 \, f* [& m) I; pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 `& c) F6 g Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 `& ^7 e g( C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, m' z. Z& g6 O6 iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * v) j1 x( ^$ M' c0 c1 B
How you suffered for you sanity,
( b, r- g4 }/ g$ l) J2 {+ x R& PHow you tried to set them free, ! S3 n% D) K+ }+ O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! z* g+ B" C7 q V7 M# `Perhaps they never will. |
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